Erion was well-known throughout Brirabeth, known to be the first elf in ages to be an honorable hero. His adventuring days started when he moved to the capital of Brirabeth, where humans lived. Erion was an outsider, and he didn't really go out of his home, often. This all changed when he volunteered to rescue the king's daughter. Soon, the most of the kingdom had heard his tale. It even caught the attention of Dallarth, the sage, that he chose Erion as one of the heroes to defend their kingdom from an army of orcs. During his adventures, he made many friendships and bonds, such as Sir Thomas, the knight, and Magon, the wizard. What will be Erion's next adventure?
Shiria was a village of gardens, and six-foot-tall houses with grass on the roofs. Here was a village where a race known as the halflings lived. This was a race that was like humans, but was about half their height, and could not grow facial hair. The halflings loved comfort, and family, and they often stayed far away from adventure. Erion had met a halfling during his adventures, and his name was Corwin. Corwin was one of those halflings that was never interested in adventure. But ever since he was called by Dallarth, he aided Erion and his allies as a merchant and a rogue.
Erion, and his wizard friend Magon, entered the village. Erion was an elf with short, blonde hair, and he wore red and golden leather armor, and steel knight boots. He carried a sword and a shield for close combat, and a bow for hunting and ranged combat. Magon was an elderly wizard, with a blue hat and robe, and a long, silver beard reached the length of his chest. The sky had only a few clouds, and most, if not all halflings were planting and gardening, with a smile on their face.
"Greetings, citizens of Shiria!" Magon exclaimed. The halfling villagers cheered as they saw the famous wizard, and the famous warrior.
Magon inhaled the fresh air. "This kind of joy warms my heart. I'm sure Dallarth is looking down upon us now."
Erion looked into the sky. "I am sure he is..."
Meanwhile, Corwin was cleaning his dishes. He had received a letter that Erion and Magon were to come, so he tried his best to impress his friends. Corwin heard a knock on his wooden, circular door. "Oh! They must be here!" He exclaimed. He swiftly bolted to the door, and quickly pulled it open. Outside were his good friends, Erion and Magon!!
"Corwin!" Magon exclaimed.
"Hello Magon!" Corwin replied.
Magon knelt down, and he hugged Corwin. "Corwin, it's so good to see you!"
"It's been a month since I last saw you!"
"I know, and I'm excited to hear what is new. May we enter now?"
"Oh, yes, of course! Come on in!"
Magon stepped inside, and he observed the area. It looked like it was decorated for the visit of a nobleman. There were white ribbons from top to bottom, with white carpets on the wooden floor. As he explored more of the house, he saw portraits, a fireplace, and a large table with a light blue sheet covering it. There were plates, and cups for Corwin and his guests, and a large amount of food. "Erion..." Magon said. "You must come in!"
Erion took a step inside, and gasped. He observed the same wonderful decorations, and he could not help but wonder. "Corwin... Did you do this?"
"Only by me! Just for you!"
Both Erion and Magon felt honored to know that Corwin thought they were special.
Soon, they were at the table, and Corwin served their food. "For you, Magon, a glass of mead, and some ham! For you Erion, I have also got you some ham, and a glass of water, since you are not a drinker. For me, I have also ham, and a glass of mead. For all of us, we have some bread, and here's the best part!" Corwin slowly took the cover over the plate. "Roasted chicken!"
Magon's mouth was wide open. "I love chicken..." And so, the feast had begun.
They ate and ate. First, the ham was gone. Next, the bread was gone. And finally, the roasted chicken was gone. All that was left on the plates were crumbs. Erion, Corwin, and Magon were stuffed.
"Oh... I don't think I'll be eating until late this evening!" Magon exclaimed, patting his stomach.
"I apologize, Magon. For a fact, I'm feeling full too! So I'm sorry for all of us!"
"It's fine, Corwin." Erion said.
Then, a thought sparked into Corwin's head. This was something he meant to tell his guests before the dinner. "Oh! I almost forgot! There has been an incident going on around here."
Magon's eyes widened. "A incident? Tell us, Corwin."
"Well, it's not a big tragedy, no one has died, I don't think, but..."
"It doesn't matter how big the tragedy is." Erion said. "What's more important is that we know about it."
"Okay, then. My close friend Darric is a bard. He is capable of performing magical music from his lute, in fact, he was the first to introduce me to magic. This morning he set off to hunt a goblin named Sleezo, who was rumored to be wandering near Shiria. He said he would be back in 2 hours. Now it's already over than 5 hours! I decided I'd entrust one of you to help him."
"I'll go." Erion said. "I'd be the one for the job, Magon has not studied a single page in days."
"Yes, and I'm too stuffed to go."
Erion stood up from his seat. "I'd best be off now, I will take no time to wait any longer." He walked straight to the entrance, but before he opened the door to leave, he remembered to say goodbye.
As Erion stepped out of the door, he felt the excitement. He had not been on an adventure in a while. As he quickly ran through the village of Shiria, he saw the halfling farmers watching, with a confused look on their faces. Soon, under one minute, Erion was out of Shiria. The only thing ahead of him now was the green fields, to prepare himself, he drew his sword and shield. But it wasn't too long that he noticed one thing: Corwin did not have a map.
Erion sheathed his sword. "Now what? Do I have to call out to him?" Erion took a great breath. "DARRRIIC!" He loudly exclaimed. He waited. Out of the blue, he heard a faint voice saying "Who are you? How do you know my name?" The voice sounded like it was coming left. Erion was relieved. He didn't need a map after all.
Meanwhile, Darric was trapped inside a wooden cage, with his sword and lute out of reach, lying in the grass. Darric was around the same height as Corwin. He had red hair, and a grey tunic with a red scarf. He waited... and waited... until he saw hope. He looked at this hero, and remembered the stories that Corwin told him. "Are you..."
"Your name is Darric, right?"
"Yes! That's my name! You're Erion, am I correct?"
"Correct. I am Erion."
"Corwin, he must have sent you! Pass me my blade, and my lute!"
Erion walked over to the items, and put it inside the cage with Darric. "Thank you very much, new friend!" And in a cut, and a slash, the cage was broken, and Darric stood free.
"Now I'm ready to head home!!" Darric exclaimed.
"It's best if you came home with me."
"Hmm... I have fought many before, but never have I been captured. If I see that Sleezo I'm..." But Darric stood, and he was silent, as if a mage cast a silencing spell upon him.
"Darric, what's the... Huh?"
A goblin standing in a brown tunic, with a chain shirt underneath stood. He carried a longsword and a shield. Like all goblins, he was short (Although this one was slightly taller), and had green skin and pointed features. This was the goblin known as Sleezo. But Erion remembered him.
"You!" Sleezo shouted. "You the one that almost killed me during battle!"
"So your name is Sleezo?" Erion asked. "Well, Sleezo, this is your only chance to surrender."
"SURRENDER?!? WHAT?!" Sleezo pointed his sword. "Scram, you stupid elf!"
"I got something for you." Darric said. The halfling took out his lute, and played a soft, soothing tune.
"What you doing? A song? Pathetic!" Sleezo exclaimed. "Just let me..." Sleezo let out a long yawn. "I need to sleep." Sleezo fell down onto the ground, and was fast asleep.
"Hmm... If I'm certain, that spell won't be permanent." Erion stated. "If he wakes up, he'll make more of a fuss. He comes from a forest up around the capital, and it will take us days to get there on foot - especially since we'll be carrying someone, and he'll most likely wake up.
"How about we just take him out, just like that?"
"Umm... I'd best suggest we not..."
"You'll never kill our mighty hero Sleezo!" A voice cried in the background.
"Who are they?" Darric asked. He peeled his eyes to an awful sight. "We're in trouble now!"
Ahead of Erion and Darric were a group of twenty goblins, marching together in rows of five. "Snarl, draw, kill! Snarl, draw, kill!" They all chanted.
"Not if I can help it!" Darric exclaimed. He played a rather fast tune on his lute, and this time, it created 3 magical darts. Erion recognized this spell, because he saw Magon use it numerous times. Each dart hit the three middle goblins in the front row, but it did not kill them. The goblins proceeded to march and chant.
"What in Brirabeth will we do now?" Harric exclaimed.
Erion drew his sword. "I guess it will be time for us to..." But before he could say "Fight", a voice of a young woman shouted "Halt"! Above from a tree behind them, there was an elf. But this was not the kind of elf Erion was. Erion was a Wood Elf, with a skin tone that was slightly copper. This elf had lighter skin, and had lavender eyes. Her hair was blonde, like Erion's, and it reached below her shoulders. Up from the tree, she shot a piercing arrow from her longbow at the goblin in the front, taking it out.
The goblins started to flee. She hopped down from the tree, and shot three more arrows, killing three more goblins. Soon, all the goblins had vanished, excepted for one: Sleezo. Sleezo was still lying on the ground, sleeping.
"Never expected that kind of help, huh?" Darric asked. But Erion was too speechless to even make a single sound. His eyes were peeled on this elf.
"Erion, what's the matter?" The elven swordsman was too startled to make a reply.
The beautiful elven archer walked over to them. "You two. Your names?" She asked.
"Well hello there, I'm Darric, and that's Erion. Not to mention, I believe he thinks you are very lovely. What's your name?"
"I'm Narriel. Ranger of Silverleaf. I will hunt down any orc or goblin I see."
"I have not seen you before. Where is this Silverleaf?"
Blue magical energy surrounded her gloves and her boots. She slammed Corwin to the ground in one mighty punch, and walked over to Erion.
"Hello..." Erion said. But his only response was a sleep arrow.
Erion opened up his eyes. In front of him was a large city, much larger than the human city of Brirabeth Town. It had a towering castle, and many buildings made of gold. Then, a pair of tall, slender legs in leather boots were preventing his sight. It was the beautiful elven lady from before.
"So, you're Erion..." She said.
"Of course I am, and you are the beautiful Narriel."
Narriel smiled for a second, but then switched back to her usual, serious face. "I'm the best ranger here in Silverleaf."
"Where is Darric?"
"I'm right next to you, elf." Darric was sitting right next to him.
Narriel stared severely at Darric. "We're going to send this halfling off."
"Hey, what gives? I am an adventurer, and I have slayed many goblins!"
"Well, have you fought a number of orcs in a battle like this warrior did here?"
"Oh, of course not. You see, us halflings..."
Darric stared back, and took out his lute. "You might be able to knock me out in one punch, but I get the upper hand with music." Narriel stepped closer, and pulled her fist back. Darric knew that this meant he was not welcome. "Ok, I'm sorry! I'm off!" As he ran away, he grumbled to himself: "Bossy elf woman, thinks she can defend herself from foes with armor like that?"
"Wait... You know about the orc attacks?"
"I have heard all about it. You saved the king's daughter, and made some allies. I'd like to meet some of them, including that human knight I've been hearing of."
"Sir Thomas? He'd be rather impressed by your archery. And I almost forgot, your magic. How could I forget that?"
"I only cast the spell when needed."
"Like if you ran out of arrows?"
Narriel turned to the city. "I'd best introduce you to my home." She said.
The city was bustling. The buildings were made of limestone and gold, and had a rather different kind of architecture from the places Erion had seen. The city's size was three times as big as Brirabeth Town, and six times as big as Casthor, Erion's hometown. The guards were equipped in golden armor, complete with swords with golden hilts and bows for ranged combat. He also noticed many elven wizards.
"So, are you the High Elves I have heard about?" Erion asked.
"We are the High Elves. We are the elves that you descended from, and we have been here as long as there had been life. Us High Elves are skilled wizards and archers, and we will not let those who oppose us stand in our way. From what I can see, you're a Wood Elf."
"Yes. Us wood elves do not use magic as our main priority, but we do make powerful archers and swordsmen. I often engage my foes into close range with my sword, but I also use my bow to shoot enemies from afar, when needed."
"Of course. Us High Elves craft many swords, not just bows. In fact, we crafted the Renowned Shiner, the legendary blade wielded by your wizard friend. What was his name again?"
"His name was Magon."
The elven woman grinned. Erion made a similar smile back. But both smiles went down when they saw an enemy, whom Erion recognized.
Ahead, Erion saw a dwarf in chain mail, a winged red helmet, and a steel warhammer. The dwarf had a brown beard, reaching below his waist. Facing him was an orc with green skin, and silver armor, with spiked gauntlets. This orc was Thazardan, the Orc Warlord.
The orc made a deep, gruff, growl. "Will you dwarves ever learn! You stand no chance!"
Narriel took a step back in shock. Being familiar with this threat, Erion drew his sword.
The dwarf lifted his warhammer into the air. "I, Lord Duggan, the Proud Warrior of Gugbirim, will prevail!"
"He's from Gugbirim?" Erion thought. Narriel, knowing it was a terrible idea to jump into the situation, shook her head.
Thazardan growled even louder. "Off with your head!" He took a step forward, and attempted to use his large, heavy gauntlets to damage Duggan. But Duggan's steel shield blocked its way. Duggan raised his hammer, and smashed Thazardan on the head. He then raised his hammer upwards, uppercutting the orc's head.
"Leave this to me." Narriel whispered. She took out an arrow, shot it from her bow, and it hit Thazardan in the stomach.
"Ack!" The orc shouted, as he glanced at his stomach, only to see an elven arrow. He turned around, and saw Erion and Narriel. "Hmm? Elf-scum? I KNOW YOU!"
This was not a pleasing sight. "Go!" Narriel exclaimed. "I can't let him..."
"This is my fight." Erion replied. The furious orc charged at mighty speeds, and was ready to put a rip in his old foe. To prevent this, Erion pulled out his shield, and blocked the orc's strike. Erion struck his sword into the orc's left arm, and prepared to take another strike, but was stopped when a familiar foe hopped out, and shielded his blow.
"Surprise, surprise!!" Sleezo exclaimed. Sleezo and Thazardan had once again teamed up, to terrorize the High Elves for unknown means.
"Erion, what are you doing!" Narriel exclaimed. This is my job!"
"I know him!" Erion replied, blocking the goblin's blade. "I have fought against him before!"
Narriel's face straightened. "Well, if they have two on their side, it should be two against two!" The beautiful archer gracefully aimed her bow at the goblin, and the arrow flew straight into Sleezo's shield.
"I'll kill you first!" Sleezo exclaimed. But he was caught off guard by Erion's kick. "YOWEE!"
"Oh, it seems you have a little friend now!" Thazardan exclaimed.
"Little?" Narriel pulled an arrow from her quiver. She gracefully fired the arrow into Thazardan's unprotected arm.
Thazardan let out a mighty shout, and charged with all his might to slaughter the archer. The orc could not, however, not because of the elven archer dodging, but a distant horn made a deep, long call.
"The others! It's time to go! All mystical artifacts, check!" Sleezo joyfully exclaimed.
Thazardan made a subtle snarl. "It's our time to set off." Thazardan said. "There shall be no murders today. Nor will our weapons strike. But all your magical possessions will be put aboard my warship, The Behemoth."
"The Behemoth?" Erion never knew Thazardan had a warship. "How long have you had this Behemoth, Thazardan?"
"For your information, it's Captain Thazardan! We found the ship at Pelagia Haven. The ship was no longer used, therefore it was ours to claim. We are no longer infantry, we are pirates. We will sail to the town of Pelegia itself, to collect more mythical objects from the wizard college! And you two, are coming with us!"
"Wait..." Narriel pointed her bow. "What?" Thazardan grabbed her arrow, and her bow. Sleezo did the same with Erion's weapons.
"We'll be taking that dwarf too!" Sleezon added.
Duggan came running out of a crowd of elves. "Eh? Did you say you will take me. I am Duggan! The warrior of..." His words were stopped when two orcs pushed him down from behind, and confiscated his warhammer.
Narriel held up her fists in a fighting stance, and magic surrounded her hands. Thazardan chucked. "Magic. Just what I expected. Grab her!" Another orc lifted up Narriel, and another did so with Erion.
"Well, Silverleaf, we'll be leaving for now. But remember, some day, I may return. So you better bolster your defenses." Thazardan said. He turned without another word, and slowly walked away, with his minions carrying the prisoners behind.
The Behemoth was packed with orcs, and a few goblins as well. The ship had a large, black sail, with an image of a green axe crossed with another. The ship was on it's way to Pelegia, to attack the Cloudmorths, Academy Of The Arcane. With a band of twenty-one orcs (Including Thazardan), and one goblin, Thazardan believed that he would be unstoppable with a band of dangerous pirates armed with arcane weapons.
Erion, Narriel, and Duggan were aboard the ship, locked down in the captain's cabin. They were tied together by a strong rope to the wall, and their weapons were put in a chest at the other side of the room.
"This is your fault, Erion." Narriel grunted. "If you haven't intervened, we wouldn't be here right now, hungry, thirsty, and motionless for two straight days!"
Erion was speechless. "Uhh... I... Uhh..."
"Spit it out, swordsman of the idiotic!"
A smile grew in Duggan's rugged beard. "Aye, don't listen to her. High Elves can be whiners at times."
"Why do ye have to be so rude? Don't ye know he's elven too?"
"I said QUIET!"
The goblin swordsman named Sleezo entered through the left door. "Greetings, prisoners! Welcome aboard the Behemoth. What shall you wish?"
Narriel punched the wall. "I wish to come out of here! I am a high-ranking archer in my army, and I have no place to be on board a ship full of... Greenskins."
Sleezo silently stood with a subtle grin. "What are you looking at?" Narriel exclaimed. The goblin left the room without a word.
"What did he want?" Erion said. Narriel didn't say a word.
"Captain." Sleezo said. "Do you know what we will do to the prisoners?"
Thazardan, who was focusing on steering the ship, didn't make a reply.
Sleezo shrugged. "So, I guess that's a... I'm planning it, right."
"What do you think?" Thazardan suddenly retorted.
"Captain, captain. Don't get angry. I'm on your side."
"To make things simple, we don't know yet. But we'll do something that will prevent their foolish selves to ever stand in our way again!"
"So, will it be something like... an execution? I know how much you love to wreck stuff."
"If they take action, I'll kill them."
Little did they know that a familiar halfling rogue was near the ship, on a canoe. This halfling had kinky brown hair, and studded leather armor. This halfling was Corwin Barwan, the rogue of Shiria.
"So this is Mr. Orc Fellow's new ship? I like it. It's fitting." Corwin joked. "I never thought that an orc would go sailing. I guess I have to take a dip." Trembling, he put his left leg into the water. He thought of hydras, both the way they looked and the fact that they lived in the ocean. Slowly, he put his left foot into the water. He was now sitting on the edge of his canoe. He drew his eyes back to the ship, and thought less of the ocean's dangers, and more about Erion. Then, he did it.
Corwin was under the water for one second, but quickly brought himself up. "Water! In my eyes!" He wiped both of his eyes, while trying to stay afloat. "If only I knew how to swim..." He started to move himself along the water though a simple paddle. "I'm doing it..." He said. "I'll save them!" He was swimming slightly faster. "I'm... I'm... swimming! I can't wait to tell Darric back home!" His swimming was slow, but it was the only way he could reach this ship. After a minute, he finally made it to the ship's ladder.
Inside the cabin, Narriel grew impatient. "This is hopeless!"
"You never know, we may get help soon!" Duggan said.
"I doubt it. We're not going to get help until we're at Pelegia!"
"I think you're wrong." The door was open, and there stood a familiar friend.
"Corwin!" Erion was delighted.
"I heard the news from Darric, who said to be hiding around this elven city from some archer woman. Hearing this, I knew I had to rescue you."
"I guess that bossy archer was me, right?" Narriel sputtered. "Next time I see that bard, I'm going to..."
"Watch ye language!" Duggan said.
"Why don't you shut your mouth?" Narriel shouted.
"...It's about time I'd do the honors, here." The halfling sheathed his sword, and carefully, he cut the rope.
As soon as the rope burst apart, Narriel stood up and said "Thank you very much, but you should have came quicker!"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but..."
"We were starving! Now, do me a favor, and hand us our weapons!"
"Where is it?"
"It's in the blasted chest behind you!"
"Narriel, don't be too hard on him. He means well." Erion said. "I'll get the weapons, so we can escape from this ship!"
Erion opened the chest, and collected his sword, shield, and bow. He gave Narriel her bow and Duggan his warhammer.
"Finally, my hammer!" Duggan exclaimed. "Now I can smash that orc once again!"
After they were all equipped with their weapons. Corwin explained his plans.
"So, how are we going to escape?" Narriel said.
"We will come out, and fight every single enemy on aboard. The town of Pelegia is sending another ship to support us, and Thomas, Magon, Darric, and several Pelegian soldiers will be on board."
"So we're going to come out there and fight them off?" Duggan exclaimed. "Finally I will show those orcs true dwarven fury!"
"You seem more serious of a dwarf then Huffey." Corwin remarked.
"Huffey is a jolly good friend of mine. Me and him used to go mining back in the days. Probably before ye were even born!"
"Is there anything we should do before we come out there?" Erion asked.
"Well, we are quite exhausted. And I don't think we can manage to defeat that many orcs in that state. The elven archer raised her arms into the air. "I was saving this for when we would get out." While her arms were raised, herself, Erion and Duggan, no longer felt weary. They felt the exact opposite.
"Thank you, Narriel." Said Erion. However, Narriel did not listen. She stood with her delicate hands on her hips, whispering a sentence in elvish. "Narriel?"
The elven archer opened her eyes. "I'll go first." She said.
"But what was the..."
The elven archer slammed open the door leading to the deck.
"Look!" Sleezo exclaimed. "Over here!" The goblin was then taken by surprise, when Narriel jumped twenty feet from the deck, and kicked an orc off the central mast of the ship.
"Hello, there..." Muttered Sleezo.
"You! Sleezo! Stop talking to that elf-lady and get to work! And that means all of you!" Thazardan bellowed.
"Aye, captain!" The orcs shouted.
"Erion! Now!" Exclaimed Narriel.
Coming from the cabin doors was an elven swordsman, a dwarven warrior, and a halfling rogue.
"They're out! Attack!"
Thus, a fight between four adventurers and many orcs, and one goblin began. The orcs were equipped - not with axes - but with magical emerald blades and bows with silver arrows. These orcs were trained in many different combat maneuvers. Narriel kept her position upon the mast, and struck the orcs with her powerful archery.
"It's the end of the path for you!" Narriel exclaimed, as she shot an orc in the head, sending to its death.
Erion, whom never fought any orc with such sword skill, was overwhelmed. Most attacks he delivered were parried.
"Thazardan might have trained you well." Erion demanded, while pushing his sword against the defending blade. "But I have faced you before, and once again, I will not fall!" The orc attempted to strike a blow into his opponent, and to counter this, Erion pushed the blade away with his iron shield. Erion slashed the orc twice, one in the stomach, and one decapitating his opponent's head.
"I haven't seen ye orcs since the attack on Gugbirim!" Duggan exclaimed to the orcs surrounding. "Watch out, ye old greenskins!" He swung his hammer in a circular motion, knocking the orcs to their death. "Ye know I can do this?" Unexpectedly, he threw his hammer straight at an orc upon the quarterdeck, and the hammer flew back into Duggan's hands as the orc wobbled to the floor. "It's an old heirloom of dwarvenkind."
Corwin was against the edge of the boat, while a group of three orcs approached him. "So you think you are smart?" Corwin smirked.
"We will hang your bodies upon the mast, and we will feast on them!" Thazardan shouted, from the quarterdeck.
"Did your master say you will eat us? Well, guess who else is on the menu!" Corwin pierced his sword through the center orc's chest, taking its life. To avoid the blows of the other two, he dashed over to Erion.
Erion sheathed his sword and shield. "Erion, take your weapons back out! Don't you see we're in a middle of a fight between an orc warlord and his henchmen?" Corwin commanded.
Erion took out his shortbow. "I'm still fighting. But now I'll take a break from my expected swordplay. The elf pointed his bow at an orc next to Thazardan on the quarterdeck, and the strength of his arrow deemed the orc dead.
"Destroy the imbecile elf boy!" Thazardan roared to the four henchmen behind him. The orcs obeyed their master, and all began to charge towards Erion.
"ERION! TAKE OUT YOUR SWORD!" Corwin exclaimed.
"Not if the thrower can do it!" Duggan exclaimed. The dwarven warrior jumped from behind Corwin, and killed an orc with a horizontal strike, another with a vertical, and another with a smash in the head. The two other orcs attempted to kill the dwarf, but their cutlasses were both stopped by the dwarf's hammer. "I think ye can deal with the rest of 'em!" Duggan shouted to Narriel.
Narriel, upon the mast, firmly pointed her bow at the orc to the left of Duggan, and without hesitation, she let go of the arrow. The deadly arrow penetrated the orc's back, causing the orc to fall to its doom.
"We have them all..." Erion stated. "Every single henchman. Save for their leader and his servant!"
The towering orc warlord stormed his way from the quarterdeck, snarling and growling, revealing his yellow, unclean teeth. "I have a new mission..." He sputtered. "You have killed all twenty-one of my minions. In return, I will kill you four, alongside seventeen of your allies."
"Ya think ye can?" Exclaimed Duggan, raising his legendary hammer. "Should anyone try to kill me, and they will get a whack from the ol' hammer!"
"The war is over Thazardan. Diablon turned to our side, and we will not let this war go on." Erion stated.
"...You do not get it at all..." Thazardan whispered. "I have been born and raised in my forest. I fight for my orc tribe. Us orcs are not as advanced like you are. No castles, no magic, and very little gold. I am the orcs's leader, and I will never back down for my tribe!"
The elven archer Narriel pointed her bow towards the orc. "It's either surrender or death."
Thazardan put his head down, in frustration. "Like I said, you do not understand..." The orc heard cries and shouts in the distance. He ran back to the quarterdeck for a better look. A few meters from his ship, he there was a ship with golden sails, and a dozen soldiers. "They have come for me..."
The ship was boarded with soldiers from the town of Pelegia, and on board was Sir Thomas, Darric, and Magon.
"I need to take cover!" Thazardan exclaimed. "You three can stay where you are!"
"Don't listen to the greenskin, you three. We will not stay here!" Narriel commanded. "We will escape!"
"Fire your crossbows!" Thomas commanded to the soldiers. A burst of heavy crossbow bolts flew from the warship. To avoid their death, Narriel, Erion, and their allies ran back inside the cabin.
"They're here!" Said Erion. "I thought it would be later until..." He stopped when he heard several smashes from Duggan's hammer. There was a large hole in the wooden wall.
"It was lovely meeting ye." Duggan remarked. "I'm off this boat!" The dwarf rushed through the hole, and made a tremendous impact when he hit the water.
"I don't know about you, but I am not jumping from that high point!" Corwin stated. "Let's just wait until they get closer."
But help came sooner than expected. A few minutes, the right door surprisingly burst open, with Sir Thomas, without his helmet, and three soldiers. "Come with us. Now." The gallant knight commanded. The knight raised an eyebrow. "Where's the dwarf you told me about, Corwin?"
"Ey, me lads! Why ye not jumping out?" Duggan called.
"He went his own way." Narriel said. "He will probably follow the ship."
"There is no time for conversations. We need to get you to safety. Now." Thomas said.
Thomas opened the cabin door for his allies. Because of his natural Wood Elven speed, Erion was the first to get out. He was soon followed by Narriel, Corwin, Thomas, and the soldiers.
"Curse you all! In the name of the orc tribe!" Thazardan boomed. The mighty orc dived from the boat, into the water to escape. In the distance, they heard Duggan shout "I'll deal with him here!"
The two ships were only a foot away from each other, making it easier to get aboard the other ship.
"There are no more dangers." Thomas said. "Climb aboard, but watch your step."
Erion and his allies boarded the boat. The boat was designed similar to the Behemoth, but it was much more vibrant and appealing in appearance. One notable difference it had from the Behemoth is that it's sails were gold, and had the Coat of Arms of Brirabeth as its emblem.
"Welcome aboard The King's Signal, Erion." Magon greeted. "It seems you made some new friends. Now, to introduce myself, my name is Magon. I am a wizard, and a close friend of Erion, as him and I fought together in the battle against the orc army." Huffey, a dwarven cleric, was next to Magon. "Hmm... A High Elf... I haven't seen one in ages!" The dwarf remarked.
"He does have remarkable combat skills." Narriel said. "I first thought it was stupid of him to intervene when the orcs were attacking our city. But he was really trying to protect us, because he cared." Then, she noticed a familiar face approaching her.
"Should I play any music for your comfort?" Darric suggested.
"You again..." Narriel said. "...You can play, but not too loud, please."
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
It didn't take the King's Signal much time to get to Pelegia. The time might have been short, but it was enjoyable. From the ship, they could see the entire ocean ahead of them, complimented by a beautiful sunset. Fresh beer and wine was served, to keep the crowd refreshed.
Later that night, a young girl was waiting by the dock. She had black hair, and glasses. She was wearing a cobalt robe, and held a glowing wand. This girl was a young witch. "Maybe they'll be here soon..." She said. "No... They won't. Face it, Serrora, they won't be here until the morning. I'm better off inviting my friends for a game of magical chess. Maybe share a drink or two... Ah, orc teeth! All my bags are empty! Forget about it, you should head back to bed!" As the young witch was about to leave, she noticed a figure in the distance. "Nope, nope, nope! No time for bed yet!" The King's Signal was in the distance. Serrora started to wave her wand in excitement. "UNCLE MAGON! UNCLE MAGON!" She exclaimed. "You're back!"
"Who's that on the dock?" Erion asked Magon.
"Who's she? Why, it's my niece, Serrora. She is a young witch-in-training, and aspires to be a great spellcaster, just like me."
"She seems very anxious to see you." Erion remarked.
"She has been really excited on hearing about my time on this ship. She loves tales of adventures."
When the King's Signal finally docked, the first person to get out was Magon. He greeted his niece with a warm hug.